Honest. I suck. It's been nearly 3 weeks since my last confess... I mean... post.
Work is getting nuts. We have to look after all the applicants and have them ready for school by the beginning of September, and we've got all sorts of people whose applications haven't been successful all pissed off at us for various reasons.
Unfortunately it seems to be another office within our department that's dropped the ball on a lot of stuff, and there's not much we can do to pick up the pieces. They've also got three brand-new people working there, so they're not as able to pick up the slack that others have created.
This means that when I get home at night, I'm emotionally exhausted. As a front line staffer, it means that I'm the one constantly getting... not yelled at, yet... but I'm the one that constantly has to deal with the after effects of these things and peoples' complaints about them.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to my balcony to spy on the car crash that just occurred on the street below. Looks like there was just some rear-ending that occurred. With any luck, it'll be my cop friend that shows up to deal and I can harass the officer :) My next-door neighbour is probably already out on her balcony watching...
Work is getting nuts. We have to look after all the applicants and have them ready for school by the beginning of September, and we've got all sorts of people whose applications haven't been successful all pissed off at us for various reasons.
Unfortunately it seems to be another office within our department that's dropped the ball on a lot of stuff, and there's not much we can do to pick up the pieces. They've also got three brand-new people working there, so they're not as able to pick up the slack that others have created.
This means that when I get home at night, I'm emotionally exhausted. As a front line staffer, it means that I'm the one constantly getting... not yelled at, yet... but I'm the one that constantly has to deal with the after effects of these things and peoples' complaints about them.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to my balcony to spy on the car crash that just occurred on the street below. Looks like there was just some rear-ending that occurred. With any luck, it'll be my cop friend that shows up to deal and I can harass the officer :) My next-door neighbour is probably already out on her balcony watching...
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I drove past that accident yesterday..it was a doozy--the whole front bumper got ripped off from the green car. Didn't see it happen though. Hopefully the bit of vulgar curiosity and voyeurism helped you unwind from the day. Two more weeks and the kids will be streaming in and it will be a whole new set of complaints (that was supposed to make you feel better--that they will be there and wanting phones and internet rather than actual rooms--maybe not the best thing to say?) but it will quiet down and you'll be back to being bored at work...
Enjoy your weekend away from college-bound teens and their parents.
Yeah, that was the SECOND accident. :) There were two, within, like, 5 minutes of each other. I saw the second one happen as I was poking my head out to look at the first.
And my cop friend didn't show, so no heckling.